| We live in a world we can’t understand
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| Poor blind birds, if we’re anything
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| And the world is not what it seems
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| To poor blind birds
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| We were laughed out of Eden (So they say)
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| In the wake of our first mistake
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| And no one knew where the road was leading
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| We spent our days running from maze to maze
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| We live in a world we can’t understand, ooh
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| Poor blind birds, if we’re anything
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| And the world is not what it seems, ooh
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| To poor blind birds
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| Since you’ve been dead these seven years
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| I’ve seen you twice in a glass of red brandy and ice
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| As the sky filled with golden spears
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| And hung a wreath in the house of grief
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| We live in a world we can’t understand, ooh
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| Poor blind birds, if we’re anything
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| And the end is not the end, ooh
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| For poor blind birds
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| So, I’m leaving on the bus tonight
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| Through the snow of Shenandoah
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| In this long dream of life
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| It’s a lonely road that leads us home
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| We live in a world we can’t understand, ooh
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| Poor blind birds, if we’re anything
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| And the world is not what it seems, ooh
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| To poor blind birds
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| We live in a world we can’t understand, ooh
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| Poor blind birds, if we’re anything
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| And the end is not the end, ooh
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| For poor blind birds |